Siheyuan: This is really immoral

Chapter 293 The Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner's Surprise

In a blink of an eye.

Ye Qiangguo lay on the bed in the treatment room and took off all his clothes.

His body was like a rock wall eroded by wind and rain, covered with scars of varying sizes. He was a victorious soldier on the battlefield, but a defeated soldier himself.

"Back then, I fought my way out of the battlefield. People always say that I am lucky, but in fact, I am just more courageous than others."

"Hey! Life was really tough back then. We didn't even have guns during the recruit training. Fortunately, I made it through..."

The old man lying on the hospital bed has his eyes filled with memories of the past, and the wounds on his body are the honor of his life.

Aunt Ye's ears were calloused from hearing this, but she didn't tolerate him and scolded him:

"Lie down well and don't disturb Lin Zhuang's acupuncture!"

Ye Qiangguo immediately shut his mouth and dared not refute.

Lin Zhuang was delighted when he saw this scene.

Hey! There are always higher mountains!!

Then, Lin Zhuang took out the silver needle from the cloth bag and disinfected it. "Uncle, I'm going to start."

"Um......"

Lin Zhuang picked up the silver needle and his movements were quick and steady.

The treasure of the country, the essence of medicine, where medicine cannot reach, only acupuncture can.

The old Chinese doctor stood aside without any movement, his mouth slightly open, as if he had seen something incredible and was about to exclaim.

This!

He had never seen this kind of needle technique before!

After practicing medicine for half a year, it is a lie to say that he knows all the acupuncture techniques.

But if you tell him that this acupuncture method is something he has never heard of, he would not believe it.

But...now the facts were before his eyes.

His demeanor, movements, techniques, and even confidence at Linzhuang.

He saw the shadows of countless sages!

Then he covered his mouth with his hands, worried that he would affect Lin Zhuang's condition.

a long time.

Even Lin Zhuang's forehead was covered with sweat. Ye Qiangguo's body was covered with silver needles, which revealed a hidden secret.

call!

Lin Zhuang sighed. This acupuncture treatment was not easy for him.

Ye Qiangguo couldn't feel the needles falling on his body, and hesitantly asked, "Okay?"

Although he could feel some pain from the acupuncture, it was not really that uncomfortable. Perhaps that was because he was quite tolerant.

Lin Zhuang wiped his sweat with the handkerchief handed to him by Aunt Ye, "Okay, I'll give you the injection in half an hour."

The old Chinese doctor saw that Lin Zhuang had finally recovered, so he quickly came over and asked:

"Comrade Lin Zhuang, what is your acupuncture method...?"

"Just call me Lin Zhuang. This acupuncture technique is called the Eight Needles of the Spirit Turtle."

“What!!! Ling... Linggui Eight Needles???” the old Chinese doctor said in disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe what he heard.

Lin Zhuang nodded seriously, "Yes, it is the Eight Needles of the Spirit Turtle."

Ok?

The old Chinese doctor just stood there in a daze, not saying anything.

Lin Zhuang understood his shock, and whispered hello to Aunt Ye before going to the Chinese medicine store to see how the other party's medicine was going.

The main concern is the quality of the medicine.

A slight mistake can lead to a huge mistake. The efficacy of some medicines may be greatly reduced due to poor quality or problems with the quality of the medicines.

"Comrade, have Ye Qiangguo's medicines been prepared?"

A gentle woman in military uniform glanced at the list and nodded, "It's ready. The first dose of medicine has also been boiled."

"Um...can you let me see it?"

"The medicines we use here are guaranteed not to be adulterated. You don't have to worry about the quality." Although she said that, she still took out the packaged medicine.

Lin Zhuang touched his nose a little awkwardly and said nothing.

He opened one of the medicine bags without paying attention. He just glanced at some of the herbs, tapped some of them in his hand, and even put some to his nose and smelled them.

Only after making sure that everything is OK, rewrap the outer surface with oil paper.

"How is it? Is there any problem?"

It was obvious that the woman's eyes didn't even waver, let alone show contempt.

Fortunately, Lin Zhuang was thick-skinned and calm, and he even spoke to the other party quite boldly.

"Comrade, how long do we need to boil the medicine?"

The woman continued to sort the herbs and replied indifferently, "The medicine should be ready. Someone will deliver it to you later."

"Comrade, what's your name?"

When the woman heard this, she stopped what she was doing and wanted to ignore Lin Zhuang.

But after taking a look at Lin Zhuang's face, he decided to say, "Kong Fei."

There is no such thing as "免贵" because the surname Kong does not need to be exempted from noble status.

Seeing that the woman had no intention of continuing the conversation with him, Lin Zhuang decided not to stay any longer and quickly returned to the clinic.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

Aunt Ye made a "hush" sound at this time, and Lin Zhuang noticed that Ye Qiangguo was sleeping on his stomach, so he followed Aunt Ye to the doctor's office outside.

"I've been too tired lately. I fell asleep after lying down for a while."

Lin Zhuang nodded in understanding, "Let uncle get some sleep. It will take another ten minutes to remove the needle anyway."

At this time, the old Chinese doctor came back from outside, holding a medical book in his hand, and looked at Lin Zhuang eagerly, "The Spirit Turtle Needle Method has been lost for many years. Where did you learn it from?"

The old Chinese doctor's eyes showed a fanatical pursuit of knowledge. He wanted to knock Lin Zhuang's head open to see how much was hidden inside.

The Linggui acupuncture method alone is enough to take Chinese medicine to a higher level.

The old Chinese doctor sighed with a bit of regret, it would be great if the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles could reappear in the world!

pity......

However, I am already very satisfied to have a spiritual turtle acupuncture method now.

I just don't know whether Lin Zhuang is willing to share it. After all, he has a unique skill. Why should he contribute it selflessly?

If this old man knew that Lin Zhuang had the Thirteen Ghost Needles that he had been dreaming of, and even the lost medical skills, in his brain, he would probably really do whatever it took to find a group of people to dissect out the knowledge in his brain.

"These were all passed down to me by my master, who has passed away..." Lin Zhuang seemed to know that he would continue to ask questions, so he simply chose to block his way.

Sure enough, the old man looked depressed.

How could he die...

If it still existed, it would probably be a living dictionary.

"Then did your master teach you something else, something like the Spirit Turtle Needle Technique..."

Lin Zhuang shook his head. He did not intend to reveal it to the old Chinese doctor. He just said, "I will slowly write down all the knowledge my master taught me in the medical book, and then give it out for free."

The old doctor's eyes were a little teary, "Sir, you are so talented!!"

With such generosity in teaching others what he knows, it is no exaggeration to call him a sir! !

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